Your sickeningly sappy "How I met my wife/husband/fiancee" story - Page 2

But Dave will be irrelevent after the singer's death!

If Baxter was an increasingly right-wing, argumentative college student, then yes. Yes I did.

http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0401244/

Watch more movies. Srz business.

Yeah, my medieval thing was actually when I answered this ad:

Pffft,your wife had only Time Traveled ONCE before you went out with her? Fucking amateur hour up in here.

Well at least it's a TRUE STORY!

Good luck, man!

Anderson, I've seen The Baxter. I was making a joke.

Jokes aren't srz business.

I was working in as a mercenary in Mianmar (though it was still called Burma at this point). After laying waste to another small village, we rounded up the few survivors for some fun. We threw several land mines into a nearby rice paddy and took bets on who would survive the brief footrace across the field. The unfortunate contestants included a husband and wife tandem. I actually wagered on the husband, but I lost my money here, for he took not 20 steps before taking a false step, painting the water red.

The wife managed to stumble to the finish line without losing any limbs. Though my peers figured they'd just shoot her anyway, I had other plans for her. She was yet to escape this forced arrangement, though we now reside in Cambodia.

My wife is Russian and she lived in Dublin for a while. She thinks she's a musician, but she was raising our kid and living with her mom there. Long story short, she suckered this poor Irish bastard into buying her a piano and now she's touring the country with him! I trust her...

...yeah, maybe I should give her a call.

We're playing that game, are we?

Well the pub my wife and I met at was located in the south quarter of Helium, right after the time I and my green Marian companion, Tars Tarkas, corralled some wild thoats and led an uprising that would eventually see me unite all the races of Mars, and raised as Jeddak of all Jeddaks for all Barsoom!

Czechoslovakian.

She's time travelled a lot since then, ifuknowhatimean! Booyaka!

Five years ago I was in my first year of university and being a borderline alcoholic, I frequented the Student Union everyday after lectures. One of the barmaids was a charming Geordie girl who had incredible green eyes, I of course chatted to her everytime I was in there but she was impervious to my charms. Watching me try it on with anything wearing a skirt from behind the bar probably had something to do with it (I was 19 in my defence).
Anyway, couple of months later I was out in a club with a few friends and I bumped into her, she said hello but I was struggling to remember where I knew her from. All of a sudden she just jumped me, ate my face off, gave me her number and left. I was shocked and a little smitten, we started dating and five years later we're still together and I've just moved up to Newcastle from Liverpool to be with her.

I had a broken arm and she offered to help me load a couch into my van.

My wife and I were acquainted in high school (overlapping circles of friends), but we lost touch over the years. Almost a decade later, when people were reconnecting through the magic of the interwebz, we decided to get together for dinner and reminiscence.

I had divorced my first wife a year earlier; she had divorced her first husband a few years earlier because she realized she liked girls, then she was in a committed relationship with a woman for nearly three years, which had ended a few months before our dinner. We were having a good time, and I realized I had never made a pass at a lesbian before so I gave it a shot. We celebrate our eighth wedding anniversary this year.

While I can't say I turned a lesbian straight, I can say I made a bisexual woman realize she was bisexual. So I got that going for me, which is nice.

I lived in an apartment with 2 girls in the late 90's. One of those girls told me to go to a cookout with her friends. So I did.

I chatted up this nice lady at the cookout. The next day my roommate told me that this nice lady thought I was cute.

I decided to visit her place of work (a clothing store Petite Sophisticate) and say hello. I happily screwed in a light bulb for her upon request and then we started dating.

It will be our 9 year wedding anniversary this year and my son is 4 years old.

Well, using her anger-strength, I'm not even sure you were needed.

Dammit.

She still was a former communists dog!

ahhhhh....and I'm on the other end of this. I met my ex-other on the Internets 12 years ago. I moved from the UK to the US to be with her, we got married 10 years ago and 2 years ago she told me she was a Lesbian. I'd always kinda figured, and it was actually a relief that the ending didn't have to be all complicated. She started dating almost straight away, with my permission (which was nice). I "waited" 18 months or so, and now I have a new girlfriend too, which is a little weird cause I didn't really want one. It was really surprising as I'm not the friendliest, or the nicest looking, person in the world but I am exceedingly sarcastic and I take the piss out of everyone. From what I gather, my current heard what I said about a cancer kid and a pink scooter (which I pretty much thought I'd said under my breath and wont repeat here) and decided at that point I was the one for her, visuals be damned! Despite this, I'm sure my mouth will get me into singledom sooner or later. I still live with my ex, and I take her and her GFF for breakfast every sunday.

AAAAUUUGGGHHH!!! So your beloved sold hideously ugly clothes to women who already aren't blessed with height! You see, Neaux, back before most big department stores had petite departments for us shorties, all that 5'3" and shorter women had to rely on was the horrifying peach, mushroom and mauve tones of Petite Sophisticate.

(*Cries*) I thought this was a happy thread?

But you weren't buoyed by being both petite and sophisticated?

She said yes.

You'll have to give us a better write-up than that! Was she surprised? How did you ask her??

Congratulations!

I can't help the "petite" part, which is really just the clothing manufacturers way of saying "short". And these clothes... these clothes... they weren't sophisticated. Oh, no, not by a long shot. I remember the summer of '89 when I was moving to NY and needed clothes for office jobs, and I hit PS at our mall in Atlantic City. Oh, the horrifying clothes I wore on that first round of interviews - it's a miracle I was hired by anyone!

Oh, and dating a gay guy - yup, been there, done that. College - he was scared to come out of the closet, and the poor guy was basically trying to force himself to go "straight" by dating women. He finally admitted it to himself and to me, and although we didn't keep in touch, I'm sure he was happier living honestly with himself.

Edit: YAAAY! Andrew! Congratulations!

Nice!

Do like Ludwig said, except don't put Liu Kang in your story. Or a megalodon.

congrats, Andrew! Now, club her in the head and drag her back to your cave.

Way to go, Andrew! Hope your proposal went exactly the way you wanted it to!

Mine didn't (damn kidney stones!).

Now just one minute, you! Every story is better with a megalodon in it.

Ugh...my sympathies. I have those and gall stones. FUN stuff.

/derail

My proposal was the exact opposite of how I wanted it to be. We were staying at the oldest inhabitable castle in Ireland and just before I was going to propose she said "I think you're about to do something really dumb. I'm asking you to not to do that right now."

Yeah, she was surprised, almost crying. I had this whole thing what I wanted to say to her in my head, but as soon as I got down on one knee, I forgot all about it. I was so nervous that I can't really remember what I even said. I guess it will come back to me. Main part is that she said yes! I can't believe it. I'm really happy.

Congrats, man! Now comes the hard part, where's the bachelor party going to be?

My proposal was a real 'spur of the moment' thing...no ring or anything. We were at our favorite bar and the mood was just right. I literally turned to her and just asked her to marry me. She smiled and said yes. We called the bartender over and told him (we were regulars and we had grown friendly with him), and he gave us a free bottle of champagne to celebrate.

We were trying to figure out HOW we were going to tell everyone when my Mom called me over to visit. She was pretty sure that I was going to pop the question soon, so she gave me her wedding ring to use (she was wearing a 40 yr anniversary ring at this point). She laughed when I told her that she was a week too late. My wife still wears my mother's ring, though.

Awww, awwww!! You're mushin' me out here! This is wonderful news!

A good friend of mine was proposed to on the spur of the moment by her now-husband. And the way it happened was SO much better than how he intended!

My friend was over in Madrid, Spain for four months to teach English. They agreed that halfway through her time there, he'd fly out to spend a couple of weeks with her. His original gameplan was that he'd do the proposal in NY - he got the ring, and upon her coming back to NY after the four months in Spain, he was going to take her out for a romantic evening, take her out for a horse-drawn carriage ride around Central Park, and pop the question with the diamond in hand, the traditional way.

So he gets to Madrid, and after a few days there, they attend this nighttime street festival. It's dark out, there are fireworks going off everywhere, music playing, people dancing in the streets, and he just proposed right then and there - the "traditional proposal in NY in the carriage with the diamond" be damned. Since he had no ring for her there in Spain, he slipped his college ID ring off of his finger (I think he wore it on his pinky, so it was big enough for her index finger) for her to wear till they got back to NY.

And I said to her, after she told me, "Do you know how much cooler that is? That's a fabulous story you can tell your kids one day." (and they have four of them now.)

Nice one Judas.

Me? I took her to a nice restaurant on St-Valentine day, and afterward, proposed to her. Thing is, 2 weeks before, I droppeda hammer (don't ask) on my big toe. Hurted like a bitch for a week. Then the pain faded away.

And that one that night, as I bent down to propose, my toenail nearly fell off. No pain. I just felt it go up. Half my brain was goin " GYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA2 in horror while the other concentrated on saying the proper word.

I removed to (barely had to pull at that point) as she was calling her parents to say the news. I was livid.

God dammit, I was hoping for a "Die Hard 2" type story here.

Also, congrats, Andrew!

Well, we met on OkCupid.com. Neither of us signed up with any intention on meeting anyone really, joining just because friends had told us we should. A few months after joining, we met. Right from the start (before we'd even met in person) we felt this intense connection to eachother. It feels like we've known eachother our whole lives and had been searching for eachother our whole lives. Both of us have never been as happy as we've been together. And here we are almost 1 year later (February 2nd is our 1 year anniversary) and beginning our search for our first home together. We've talked about getting married, and both know it will happen. We have our whole lives together, so we're not in a rush to get married yet. We want to get settled down before we do.

Today is my 8th anniversary with the woman I met on match.com. Had moved to Branson from Las Vegas (yeah...I know) and did the online dating thing just to see if there was anyone around the area. She lived about an hour or so away. We emailed and spoke on the phone for a few months, then met in person.

So...something good came out of Branson. Imagine that.

This isn't mine, but seems amazingly appropriate for this thread:

http://vimeo.com/8444316

(Guy uses video exposure and lights at night to propose. Geekily sweet and satisfying.)

Must . . . resist . . . creating . . . alternate . . . thread!

don't worry my wife quickly left the hideous store and now sells sexy glasses at Pearle Vision.

That was the 2nd date.

The poor girl didn't remember Silence of the Lambs did she?

I hope she's happy in her basement pit.

I met my wife freshman year at College. Her roommate introduced us. Cute story, no?

More specifically? I met the roommate before classes started, over the summer at some orientation thing. Then we ran into each other as we were moving into the dorm that first day. That night, I banged her. That next morning, when we went back to her room, she introduced me to her roommate (my eventual bride) when she entered moments later. The fetching young lass turned to me, batted her beautiful eyes, and said "Your cigarette ashes are getting all over my fucking pillow", grabbed her bag, and left. After the roommate flaked out and left school a few weeks later, I ran into my future wife at the local mall. She asked if I had any pot, I said yes, she asked if I could sell her any, I said yes, she said she had no cash, so I told her to use her credit card to buy Automatic for the People and I would trade the CD for a dime. Done deal.
A week later she stopped by my dorm room, and save for a month or two in '94 when we broke up (bitch moved out on me while I was at Woodstock, believe it or not) we've been inseparable ever since. Sunday is our 13th anniversary, and she's not giving me shit for spending part of it watching the Cowboys game, so it's all good.

I can say without hesitation that you are my favorite person in Wisconsin.